Becca has to go to the bathroom

“E-excuse me,” Becca said once the seatbelt sign turned off. “I have to use the bathroom. Do you mind?”

“Sure,” Marge said as she stood up. “In ya go.”

Marge opened the door and gestured for Becca to get inside. Becca move to shut the door, but Marge shook her head. “Come on, get those undies off. No dallying now. Let me know when you’re all done.”

Becca whimpered as she saw some people near the bathroom turning their heads. Most didn’t seem to care though. Becca reluctantly pulled her skirt down along with her ruffled panties and sat down on the toilet. She blushed as she began to tinkle and do her business as Marge watched her.

Finally she was done. “I’m done,” she said to Marge.

“Good girl,” Marge said. “Now lean forward so I can wipe you.”

Becca blushed but reluctantly leaned forward. Marge grabbed the toilet paper and wiped her clean and flushed the toilet. She then pulled her panties back up and adjusted her skirt. She then moved her over to the sink and had her wash her hands. “T-thank you,” Becca said, her face burning red.

“Now back to your seat,” Marge said.

Becca nodded and did as she was asked. Becca then shut her eyes wanting the flight to be over with.